Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.